I have gone back to therapy after they had a pool problem. I'm glad to be back in the water. But, how quickly I lost some of my progress. I'm realizing that therapy is just the beginning. They will teach me how to do the things I need to know to keep me strong. They will look at the problems I'm working with and show me ways to deal with them. But if I don't keep up the work after the therapy is over I might as well not have bothered to go. It's clear to me that doing the minimum won't work. That means it's necessary to consider the total health picture. And as you can see in the above pic, I haven't yet given up cake.
I am a sweet addict. Dammit.
I also have been having trouble with my energy levels. So some aerobic activity is needed. Dammit.
Since summer hit with a sledge hammer I've gone back to staying inside. I'm absolutely not a fan of sweat. But I'm not going to improve my stamina at therapy 3 days a week. I think I'm going to have to add. You cannot know how I hate to exercise. And to sweat. And to be hot. Sometimes I think the decision to exercise is a matter of comparing which I hate more. Not what would I rather do. Do I hate exercise more than feeling crappy? I've discovered there is a limit to how much crappy I can take.
I took the pic this morning, came inside and let the dogs in. Cheyenne hit my knee just the wrong way and I hit the floor like a stone. I am now weighing the advisability of getting hardwood floors. The carpet was softer. Maybe I should keep it.
I believe I've mentioned in a previous post about my hair cut. My hair is growing. Slowly. But it still isn't working. That is probably a small part of my problem with getting pics made. I can just about work with being fat, but having a month of bad hair days is adding insult to injury. I wish I could just wear hats or wigs. Alas, my head is quite large and wigs and hats are too small. Oh well, I have something else to bitch about now.
Thanks for listening to my ramblings.